Now in my younger days I used to sport as sagWhen I went to school I carried lunch in a bag,With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss.Always got mad when the class was dismissed,But when it was in session, I always had a question.I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk andHelp me with my problem, it was never much,Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touchOh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug.She was married to the man. He was a thug, his name was Lee, he drove a Z,He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock.I was on her jock, yes indeedy. I wrote graffiti on the bus.First I'd write her name then carve a plus,With my name last, on the looking glass,I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass.
She keeps on passing me by....When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly.See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me,That I should quit chasin' and look for something better,But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter.I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her,I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture.I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger.She could be my broad, and I could be her n*****,But all I can do is stare.Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare.Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-rated.I think I need a prayer,To get in her book and it looks rather dry,I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye.Although she's crazy steppin' I'll try to stop her stride,'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by.
And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me.Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie,She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan.Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man.He was a rudey, too, a nincompoop.She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop.She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand,By letting her pass I had proved to be a better man.
She keeps on passing me by....Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian,And now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motion when-Ever she happens to walk by. Why does the apple of my eyeOverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existenceFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired her;Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well.Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you.When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp.d*** I wish I wasn't such a wimp!'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so,And if I was your man then I would be true.The only lying I would do is in the bed with you.Give a try and consider the one who loves you dearly,P.S. Love me tender.'The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender.d***!
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by....When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly.See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me,That I should quit chasin' and look for something better,But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter.I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her,I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture.I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger.She could be my broad, and I could be her n*****,But all I can do is stare.Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare.Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-rated.I think I need a prayer,To get in her book and it looks rather dry,I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye.Although she's crazy steppin' I'll try to stop her stride,'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by.
And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me.Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie,She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan.Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man.He was a rudey, too, a nincompoop.She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop.She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand,By letting her pass I had proved to be a better man.
She keeps on passing me by....Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian,And now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motion when-Ever she happens to walk by. Why does the apple of my eyeOverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existenceFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired her;Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well.Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you.When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp.d*** I wish I wasn't such a wimp!'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so,And if I was your man then I would be true.The only lying I would do is in the bed with you.Give a try and consider the one who loves you dearly,P.S. Love me tender.'The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender.d***!
She keeps on passing me by...